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When I had just begun reading The Bell Jar, that was
suggested to me by Gaurav Da (Gaurav Deka, author of North-East India’s first
e-book, Madrigal - a song for several voices), I thought it would be just another
novel giving me a good time.
The last novel that left a long lasting impact on
me was The Kite Runner; after reading it I was crying for days and I was sad
for weeks. But I had no idea Sylvia Plath would leave a way deeper impact on me
than that. I had read about the way Sylvia had decided to end her life, years
ago but as I kept on reading her semi-autobiography it almost felt like she was
someone I knew. And when I reached the last page of the book that talked of
hope and uncertainties, at four in the morning, I was nothing but devastated as
I knew the tragic reality that happened a month after her first and only book
was published, on Feb 1963.
Death is poetic at times, pain is bliss and suffering is
romantic; but it's not so when you feel for someone else's pain…